Down On Your Luck

Rich

"I'm sick and tired of this bullshit
Got a full time job, but a nigga still can't afford shit"

I huffed at my hair not curling like I wanted it too, I was getting ready for my job. I was a singer at a local jazz cafe I figured I have a decent voice so why not use it. It pays a decent amount of money but I knew soon I would need to find a new profession.

I grabbed my phone and keys and left my apartment, my heels clicked loudly against the pavement as I made my way to the parking lot.

I climbed into my car and speed off to work.

"Hey Jaz!" Elisha, one of the cashiers said.

"Hey." I said smiling back brightly.

We made small talk when my phone rang, "Sorry, give me a minute." I said apologetically.

I walked away from the cashier and answered my phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Aunty Jazmean!" I heard Kayden, one of Mel's daughters, yell excitedly over the phone.

"Hey Kay, how are you?" I asked with a big grin on my face.

"I'm doing good, when am I seeing you again?" She asked.

"Uh I'm not sure, I'll have to plan a trip down there soon." I said laughing lightly.

"Mhm, well hold up momma wants to talk to you." She said as I heard rustling.

"Hey Jaz." Crystal said over the phone.

"Hey how you been?" I asked when my manager signaled for me to get ready for my set.

I nodded and walked to the little stage in the cafe.

"I've been good, you know how you've been saying you need a new job. Well I think I can help you with that, I know someone that's looking for an assistant. The person is willing to pay a good amount to," she said happily the she paused, "but it's in Atlanta." She said

"Atlanta? Crystal I don't know..." I said scrunching my eyebrows together.

I looked up at my manager who was pointing to her watch, "I'll have to talk to you later, alright? Tell Kay, Chaylen, and Amyila I love them. Bye." I said quickly and then hung up.

I climbed walked onto the stage, I felt a little nervous but not as nervous as I use to be.

I look around at the slightly packed cafe and, step closer to the mic as I hear the guitar in the background.

I looked back at the guitarist, "let's do Lions, Tigers & Bears." It was an Original of mine that I thought was good enough to perform.

I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears (Oh my!)
But I'm scared of (loving you)
I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair (that's right)
But I'm scared of (loving you)
Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task?
Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?
Why do we love Love,
When Love seems to hate us?

Sorry if I sound so filled with gloom.
You say you care, and I know you do...
But this is from my experience
And my conclusion only makes sense.
Just cause I love you, and you love me
It doesn't mean that we're meant to be.
I can climb mountains, swim cross the seas
But the most frightening thing is you and me.

[Chorus]

Most circumstances, I know my fate
But in this love thang, I don't get the game.
Why does it feel like those who give in,
They only wind up losing a friend.
Just cause I love you and you love me,
It doesn't mean that we'll ever be.
Fly cross the ocean, sing for the queen
But the most frightening thing is you and me.